Jungkook leaned against the wall, eyes lost in thought as he stared at the city lights below. The memory of that night lingered-her laughter, the way she effortlessly made him feel like they'd known each other forever.
"Hyung, I can't stop thinking...
The moment I reached home after that magical night, I was still in a daze. My fingers trembled slightly as I turned off the ignition of my scooter, the engine still warm—like my heart. Like the memory of him.
Jungkook. I had spent the entire night with Jungkook.
My eyes welled up with tears the second I stepped into my room. It wasn't sadness. It was overwhelming joy—so much of it that my heart couldn't contain it. I looked down at the delicate chain and locket he had given me, still safely clasped in my palm. A gift. From him.
"I was with Jungkook the entire night," I whispered to myself, as if saying it aloud might make it real.
With a soft smile stretching across my face, I carefully placed the chain beside my table lamp, treating it like the most precious thing I owned. Because it was. How could I sleep after a night like that? We played silly games. We shared traditional food. We licked melting ice cream under the stars. He called me noona. Noona. And he was exactly like I always imagined—warm, playful, real.
And the hug... Twice. We hugged twice.
The feeling of his arms around me still lingered. I found myself wrapping my arms around my own shoulders, holding myself close as if trying to recreate his embrace. My cheeks hurt from smiling, my heart was still racing, and his scent—oh, his scent—clung to the fabric of my clothes like a quiet reminder that last night wasn't a dream.
I quickly changed out of those clothes, but not because I wanted to forget. I wanted to preserve. I hung them neatly on a hanger and covered them with a plastic garment bag, pressing my nose gently against the cloth one last time before zipping it up. His fragrance was still there. Later that day, I saw the news. Jungkook had left Qatar and landed safely in Korea.
The images of him at the airport filled my phone screen—smiling like a happy kid, waving, bright-eyed. My heart fluttered just seeing him like that. I traced his picture with my fingertip, still not fully able to believe that just a few hours ago, I was next to him, laughing with him, hearing him call himself the passenger princess...
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It all felt so surreal. I curled up in bed with a soft exhale, thinking about how it was him who had asked for the hug... how he had looked at me, talked to me, like I mattered. And I smiled to myself as I drifted to sleep, still wondering if it had all really happened— Or if I had simply dreamed the most beautiful dream of my life.
She drifted into sleep - Her heart, still full from the night she spent with him, surrendered to her dreams without resistance. And in that dream...
She was standing in a sea of purple. The stadium roared with chants and lights, ARMY bombs lighting up like stars in the night sky. She clutched her lightstick tightly, her heart racing not just from excitement but from a strange hope—an ache that maybe, just maybe, something magical would happen again.
